The Death of Etan Patz by PrinceMyshkin
A spider drops
from a web
slung across the corner
of a basement room,
and scurries away.
The Death of Etan Patz by PrinceMyshkin
A spider drops
from a web
slung across the corner
of a basement room,
and scurries away.
'Unswallowed' by JerryBaldy
Its all too beautiful
To mean nothing
Erectile tissue
Pre come
The angels that flap their wings
As your labia
Blossom
The spermatazoa
Unswallowed
That will make little Charlie
And make us whole
Its all too beautiful
Pass me tissues
I love yous
Only the gods up above
Could have gave us so much love
Turn me on
Tell me how you masturbated
Your fingers
Were the holy ghost
Come walk with me in daffodils
Lets screw amidst the yellow
There is more to life
The poet writing you words
The artist painting your pastels
The office creep
Massaging your ego
They all want to do you
It’s a great sunset
I could sell tickets
Gods are dead
It’s a lonely rock
Ruled by
some f uckers c ock.
Thank you Silas. You never can tell what will end up here
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
This indeed is beautiful, and so sad. I've been following the whole Etan Patz case as of late.. reading everything on it.. for some reason I am so torn over this boy and the crime that occurred so many years ago, and also intrigued by the case...Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts
Thanks for sharing, Jack. And thanks for writing, Prince.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
Thank you, PoeticPassions. One of the scariest things about that episode is that we all share something of Pedro Hernandez' make-up and
we each of us have been or might yet be an Etan Patz.
P.S. I noticed in your profile that one of your favourite books is Tender is the Night, as it is one of mine, but I very seldom see mention of it. When I picked up William Styron's Lie Down in Darkness years ago, I was struck by a metric similarity in the title with title of the Fitzgerakd novel though I can't remember any parallels in the novel itself - although I thought it fine.
'To L' by DocHeart
I promise you there is a future;
Not evident behind my smoke, perhaps,
But every bit as real as fragrant skin
Which patiently awaits undressing.
Inside its veins flows a magic fluid
Which can light up your cities
If you drink it; And if you bathe in it,
The itching of a hundred yesterdays dies.
It's all in white now; look, it has wings.
A far cry from the devil you imagined.
Why don't we take it to bed with us
I can kiss it. You can drink it.
Yes, it is true what you say about Etan and about Pedro.... I guess it is difficult for us as human beings to accept a crime without a clear motive... The absurdity in it, or the senselessness...
And yes, I have not yet encountered someone who notes Tender as one of their favorite novels. I have read several Fitzgerald works and tend to think that Tender is the best (I've read it twice... but the two readings presented quite a different experience). What is it about the novel that you love?
I haven't read Lie Down in Darkness, but you are right about the metric similarity of the title... I wonder if the author was aware of it.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
'of emptiness and light' by firefangled
how glorious
to be made
of small things,
the light passes
through us,
even in the shade
we shine, we glow
silently to eyes,
so made of waves,
like fields of grass,
the finest soil,
and those in which
the oceans rise.
'The Moon and the Tree' by DocHeart
"I'm tired," sighed the moon,
Pale and waning,
And leant to the right
To rest its back
On dark branches
That reached up
To receive it.
"Rest here," cooed the tree,
"I've doused my leaves
In the rare moisture
Of eyes that see your golden skin
And cry."
'City of Mind' by firefangled
Some day there will be a city,
the moonlight will bring
while we are sleeping.
There children are parents,
strong and wise, and you
will watch them make worlds.
Their energy will be yours
from many years, flowing back,
a reflection you may refuse,
but you’ll feel it is your own
sweet youth, which never left,
but was borrowed for awhile.
In this city, I will be with you,
a husband, and we will walk,
along a path or beach or street
with great beauty. Clouds will
shade our eyes, as a pure rain
falls on flowers no one picks,
because they are everywhere,
and everyone simply is in love.
Man firefangled is god... I mean good***
My hide hides the heart inside
His work is nothing short of fantastic.
J
What a poem! Fire! I fell in love with it!!!!
Congratulations, Doc, it's wonderful!
This poem is breathtaking! excellent!
It is by DieterM:
Morning in 127 BPM
… with boom boom boom,
progressive instants hammer out
of little plastic balls
in ears smelling of citrus,
synthetic cadences beating the day,
percussing streets and houses
while my feet move on and on,
the morning freshness bearing
promises of smould’ring hours to come,
and cars, unheard, slow down, accelerate,
and on I walk and on and on,
reality framed into one hundred
and twenty seven fragments every minute,
while sentences and pictures
swirl around the think tank,
bumping into one another,
Spain is burning, how to barbecue a pizza,
and those 8,000 from Peugeot
soon to be unemployed,
and have I put my keys into the bag?,
and boom boom boom, I march,
light, shadow, light,
a city portion flickers by
in boom boom boom three steps,
I cross two handsome men,
unsmiling, yet their pectorals
under taut shirts put me
in a state of pure euphoria,
a couple, hand in hand, walks by,
leaving a wafting trail of
CK eternities playing with Givenchy,
and boom boom boom,
the road is long but
distance insubstantial
while the music blares…
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